Imagine . . . Delta, Airbus and Me!

So I'm layin' low in Rochester at the Home Wood. Great place by the way. I'm writing my butt off and am ready to roll to Utah and beyond tomorrow and find out I'm on a Airbus. Not a good fib here. Get me off the thing please. How about First Class? No that won't do, I'd rather be castrated with a plastic fork than to fly one of them things. Well I'm headed out west as they say and you thought I didn't care fore my readers. I'm on an Airbus.